Baby Steps

Ok, so obviously I need to work on my blogging commitment, this update being two weeks late. Also I still haven't joined the gym, I'll do it next week I promise. Learning to play the guitar is coming on well, it's been two weeks and I can already play three chords. I can also change between them fairly seamlessly. The writing is also coming on well, I'm writing slightly more each time I do and my characters are being introduced nicely.

Below is a plan of how I organise my time:

As of yet I have failed to have a complete week match up to this, but it is still early days.

I have begun thinking that I need to move away from my current town to somewhere bigger and more exciting. I'm thinking either London or Brighton but I haven't decided which. Anyways, thats about all I have to report this week. Cya.

Week 1

Whoops, this was meant to be written yesterday, Obviously this years getting off to a good start. So, what have I achieved so far this year? I've bought a guitar, now I just have to learn to play it. Other than that I've achieved very little.

On a lighter note I found out that my ex has a new fella. A short, fat, ugly bloke. Women always seem to trade down from me. I just hope people dont think she left me for him, that would be awful. Actually I feel sorry for him, having to live up to my incredibly high standard. I give the relationship a month.

All in all a quiet week this week. Next weekend should be fun. I'll be heading up north for a lads weekend. Ciao for now.

2011 is finally over.

So 2011 is finally over and I couldn't be more relieved. This has been without doubt, the worst year of my life. It started going wrong on the 10th of January when my then girlfriend broke up with me via text, while I was at work.Two months later I was 'let go' from my job for no reason other than 'You're not suitable for the role.' A role I had been doing for two years previously with another company. I looked into a case for unfair dismissal but as it turned out, having only been with the company for 6 months there was nothing I could do.

I was out of work for a month, and that was a month too long. Talk about depressing. I eventually took the first job I was offered. Temporary work at a local railway station. The pay was pretty good but the hours; diabolical. 7 earlies (05:30 - 15:00) 2 days off, 7 lates (15:00 - 00:30) and 5 days off. One weekend off in every three weeks. As for the people, I've never met so many moronic assholes. And they hade the affront to look down at me, simply because I took any job I could when I found myself out of work. Work became one long depressing blur. I manged to fight off the depression on my days off, although it was touch and go.

Then, during the blur of misery something caught my eye. A gorgeous blonde girl, who seemed so perfect. Alas, it wasn't to last. We shared a brief but passionate relationship. All was going fine but my depression was starting to take its toll. I found a better job and my spirit began to lift but it was too late. We broke up early December. Merry f*ckin Christmas.

I vowed that the next year would be different. Things are already looking up and I promised myself I would be more motivated to do all the things I always wanted to but always found better ways off killing the time. From now on I will utilise that time; I'll learn the guitar, write a novel, join a gym and go regularly, learn to dance and so on and so forth. And this blog will document my journey....